He was beside himself and frantic
He was in pieces and began to panic
Confusion from the paranoia and frustration
He was unsure how he got into this situation
He looked at himself for some clues
With blood on his hands he didn't know what to do
He had no memory and spoke in a language nobody could understand
Foreign faces surrounding and eyes fixed all around
He was transfixed by movement beside the twisted metal frame of the bus
A gentle swirling wind in the mist with dust
And then a soft glowing light did appear
He was hypnotised as the thoughts in his mind spoke so clear
He asked if he was dead and if the voice was heaven sent
He spoke of the waiting virgins and what gods plan for him really ment
Then the voice became angry and it's light turned black
He was told no God would want innocents killed in any form of an attack
The shadows began to move as the swirling wind gathered in pace
The voice was deeper and in the storm appeared a demonic face
With it's laughter and enjoyment for evil souls now dead
It swirled furiously around him and into hell he went at death
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